Xiao Ding was just a frail scholar, he couldn't withstand such a fatal blow to the neck. He first fell into a coma and then died on the cold hay in the stable.,The little servant was indignant, and Xiao Quan's eyes grew cold when he heard it. He let out a cold snort.,"In my past life, I was knowledgeable but had no use for it in the 21st century! All I could do was be a nine-to-five manager at a museum!"。